Bombs Over Baghdad
OutKast Lyrics


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[Dre]
1, 2... 1, 2, 3; yeah!
In-slum-national, underground
Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground (Woo!)
Like a million elephants and silverback orangutans
You can't stop a train
Who want some? Don't come un-prepared
I'll be there, but when I leave there
Better be a household name
Weather man tellin' us it ain't gon' rain
So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soaking wet
In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat
Hit somersaults without the net
But this'll be the year that we won't forget
One-Nine-Nine-Nine, Anno Domini, anything goes, be whatchu wanna be
Long as you know consequences are given for livin'
The fence is too high to jump in jail
Too low to dig, I might just touch hell
HOT! Get a life, now they on sale
Then I might cast you a spell, look at what came in the mail
A scale and some Arm and Hammer, soul gold grill and some baby mama
Black Cadillac and a pack of Pampers
Stack of question with no answers
Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS
Make a nigga wanna stay on tour for days
Get back home, things are wrong
Well, not really, it was bad all along
Before you left adds up to a ball of power
Thoughts at a thousand miles per hour
Hello, ghetto, let your brain breathe,
Believe there's always more, ahhhhh!

[Chorus: 2X]
[Dre] Don't pull that thang out, unless you plan to bang
[Choir] Bombs over Baghdad!
[Dre] Yeah! Ha ha yeah!
Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something
[Choir] Bombs over Baghdad!
[Dre] Yeah! Uhh-huh

[Big Boi]
Uno, dos, tres, it's on
Did you ever think a pimp rock a microphone?
Like that there boy and we still stay street
Big things happen every time we meet
Like a track team, crack fiend, dying to geek
Outkast bumpin' up and down the street
Slant back Cadillac, 'bout five nigga deep
Seventy-five MC's freestylin' to the beat
'Cause we get crunk, stay crunk, at the club
Should have bought an ounce, but you copped a dub
Should have held back, but you throwed the punch
'Spose to meet your girl but you packed a lunch
No D to the U to the G for you
Got a son on the way by the name of Bamboo
Got a little baby girl four years, Jordan
Never turned my back on my kids, there for them
Should have hit it, quit it, rag top
Before you re-up, get a laptop
Make a business for yourself, boy, set some goals
Make a fat diamond out of dusty coals
Record number four, but we on a roll
Hold up, slow up, stop, control
Like Janet, Planet Stankonia is on ya
Movin' like Floyd comin' straight to Florida
Lock all your windows then block the corridors
Pullin' off my belt 'cause a whipping's in order
I like a three piece fish before I cut your daughter
Yo quiero Taco Bell, then I hit the border
Pity PAT rappers tryin' to get the five
I'm a microphone fiend tryin' to stay alive
When you come to ATL, boy, you better not hide
'Cause the Dungeon Family gon' ride, hah!

[Chorus: 2X]
[Dre] Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang
[Choir] Bombs over Baghdad!
[Dre] Yeah! Ha ha yeah!
Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something
[Choir] Bombs over Baghdad!
[Dre] Yeah! Uhh-huh

[Choir]
Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah
Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah
Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah
Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah

[Dre]
B-I-G, B-O-I
An-An-Andre
To the T-O-P

[Dre and Big Boi: 15X]
Bob your head. Rag top.

(1, 2.. 1, 2, 3, 4) (Gimme some)





[Choir: 23X]
Power music. Electric revival.

Overall Meaning

The song "Bombs Over Baghdad" by Outkast is a high-energy track that mixes a variety of genres, including hip-hop, rock, and funk. The lyrics are delivered by rappers Andre 3000 and Big Boi, and the chorus is sung by a gospel choir. The song starts with Andre 3000 declaring the group's underground status, using elephant and orangutan metaphors. The lyrics then touch on a variety of topics, including living life on your own terms, the struggle of being a parent, and the fast-paced lifestyle of a touring musician. The chorus warns against violence and encourages positive action, while the final verse is a call to unity for the Dungeon Family (Outkast's collective of artists and producers).


Overall, "Bombs Over Baghdad" can be seen as a commentary on the complex issues affecting black communities in America, from police brutality to economic inequality. The song's blend of musical styles and bold lyrics helped solidify Outkast's place as one of the most innovative and daring hip-hop groups of their era.


Line by Line Meaning

1, 2... 1, 2, 3; yeah!
Let's start this with some hype and energy!


In-slum-national, underground
We represent the underground scene globally


Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground (Woo!)
My presence is felt and heard with every step I take


Like a million elephants and silverback orangutans
My power and strength cannot be stopped


You can't stop a train
I'm an unstoppable force


Who want some? Don't come un-prepared
I'm ready for anyone who thinks they can take me on


I'll be there, but when I leave there
I'll bring the hype and energy, but I won't stick around forever


Better be a household name
I want to make an impact and be remembered


Weather man tellin' us it ain't gon' rain
I'm bringing the heat and nothing can stop me


So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soaking wet
We're living life to the fullest, even in the rain


In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat
Looking fly but staying cool


Hit somersaults without the net
Taking risks and living life on the edge


But this'll be the year that we won't forget
This is going to be our year of success and memories


One-Nine-Nine-Nine, Anno Domini, anything goes, be whatchu wanna be
It's a new era and we can be whoever we want to be


Long as you know consequences are given for livin'
Our actions have consequences


The fence is too high to jump in jail
The consequences of our actions can lead to being locked up


Too low to dig, I might just touch hell
We're in a tough spot with our choices and actions


HOT! Get a life, now they on sale
Get your life together and don't wait for a sale


Then I might cast you a spell, look at what came in the mail
I have the power to impact people, and I just received something interesting in the mail


A scale and some Arm and Hammer, soul gold grill and some baby mama
Some things that came in the mail, including drugs and a grill, as well as a baby mama


Black Cadillac and a pack of Pampers
I'm living large, but also responsible for taking care of a child


Stack of question with no answers
I have unanswered questions and uncertainty


Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS
We need to find cures for these tragic diseases


Make a nigga wanna stay on tour for days
I'm enjoying touring and don't want to go home


Get back home, things are wrong
There's trouble at home


Well, not really, it was bad all along
Things were bad, but we were just ignoring it


Before you left adds up to a ball of power
Our actions and choices have consequences and power behind them


Thoughts at a thousand miles per hour
Our minds are racing with thoughts and ideas


Hello, ghetto, let your brain breathe,
We're taking a moment to reflect and appreciate where we come from


Believe there's always more, ahhhhh!
We believe there's always more to achieve and accomplish


Don't pull that thang out, unless you plan to bang
Don't start something you can't finish


Bombs over Baghdad!
Things are getting intense


Yeah! Ha ha yeah!
Ha ha, things are getting crazy


Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something
Don't get into something if you're not committed to finishing it


Uhh-huh
I understand what you're saying


Uno, dos, tres, it's on
Let's get this started


Did you ever think a pimp rock a microphone?
Who would have thought a pimp would be a rapper?


Like that there boy and we still stay street
Even though we're successful, we still stay true to our roots


Big things happen every time we meet
Something big always happens when we come together


Like a track team, crack fiend, dying to geek
We're a force to be reckoned with, like a track team or a crack fiend


Outkast bumpin' up and down the street
Our music is being played all over


Slant back Cadillac, 'bout five nigga deep
We're rolling in style, with five people in a Cadillac


Seventy-five MC's freestylin' to the beat
We're surrounded by talented people, freestyling on the beat


'Cause we get crunk, stay crunk, at the club
We party hard at the club


Should have bought an ounce, but you copped a dub
You should have bought more, but you only got a little


Should have held back, but you throwed the punch
You should have thought before you acted


'Spose to meet your girl but you packed a lunch
You're supposed to be spending time with your girlfriend, but you packed a lunch instead


No D to the U to the G for you
You're not cool enough for us


Got a son on the way by the name of Bamboo
I'm about to have a son named Bamboo


Got a little baby girl four years, Jordan
I have a daughter named Jordan who is four years old


Never turned my back on my kids, there for them
I'm always there for my children


Should have hit it, quit it, rag top
You should have enjoyed it and moved on, like a convertible top


Before you re-up, get a laptop
Before you reinvest, get smart and invest in technology


Make a business for yourself, boy, set some goals
Start a business and have a clear direction


Make a fat diamond out of dusty coals
Turn something small and insignificant into something valuable


Record number four, but we on a roll
We're successful and on a streak


Hold up, slow up, stop, control
Slow down and take control of the situation


Like Janet, Planet Stankonia is on ya
We're everywhere, like Janet Jackson and our album Stankonia


Movin' like Floyd comin' straight to Florida
We're moving quickly and recklessly, like Floyd Mayweather on his way to Florida


Lock all your windows then block the corridors
Be careful and protect yourself, even by blocking off areas


Pullin' off my belt 'cause a whipping's in order
You're in trouble and need to be punished


I like a three piece fish before I cut your daughter
I like food, but I won't hesitate to take action when necessary


Yo quiero Taco Bell, then I hit the border
I want Taco Bell and then I'm leaving the country


Pity PAT rappers tryin' to get the five
Pity the rappers who try to be like us


I'm a microphone fiend tryin' to stay alive
I'm a rapper trying to stay relevant


When you come to ATL, boy, you better not hide
Don't come to our city and act scared


'Cause the Dungeon Family gon' ride, hah!
We have each other's backs, no matter what


B-I-G, B-O-I
I'm Big Boi


An-An-Andre
I'm Andre


To the T-O-P
We're aiming for the top


Bob your head. Rag top.
Get into the music and enjoy life


(1, 2.. 1, 2, 3, 4) (Gimme some)
Let's count it down and enjoy ourselves


Power music. Electric revival.
Our music is powerful and a revival of something great




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@esmereldavillalobos7814

This song has everything: a beat that will kill your grandmother, Insane flows, outstanding guitar shredding, Gospel Choir, a kid named Bamboo.

@brooklynyvette6400

A kid named Bamboo 😂

@gero3015

don't bring my grandma into this

@mybrunetteheart

🙏

@orangefoster2210

She was on her way out anyway, might as well go out with a bang ;)

@kerrymihalik3795

Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS

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@nicholasschwear789

This is the song that made me realize why Andre is regarded as one of the best rappers of all time - opened my eyes

@Rattlesnake9585

So true but it's funny you say that on this track specifically cuz imo this is one of Big Boi's best verses

@edgarrivera968

📠

@terrianwilliams2624

@@Rattlesnake9585 everybody sleeps on Big Boi. I just don't get it

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